When the spirit feels heavy

and the body feels weak,

The soul will cry out,

humble and meek.

When the lips cannot move

so great is their grief,

The soul will cry out

Though momentous and brief-

‘Help me O’ Lord

please make me strong.

I can do no more

all I’ve done’s wrong.’

My burden is heavy,

knees strain with the weight.

‘Help me O’ Lord,

I’ve started to feel faint,’

The spirit is torn.

The body is tattered.

‘Help me re’lize,

you’re all that matters.’

Everything is becoming faint and dim.

I see the ground coming,

The large world of men.

Suddenly it stops,

my eyes are clear.

The weights been lifted,

and gone is my fear,

A light from the heaven

has shown down on earth,

I see the Savoir on the cross,

his death and rebirth.

He ascends to the sky

and there makes for me,

A place of my own,

lovely and free.

My back has now straightened.

My burden is gone.

My spirits are lifted,

like a newborn fawn.

Praise you O’ Lord.

Thank you for peace.

Tomorrow I’ll need it,

Today I can feast.